Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"Weave."

A short chant, an uncomfortable burning sensation came from the body, and the weak magic power began to respond to the master's will.

The tree diagram took shape in an instant, and the magic power in the source was controlled and absorbed to form a physical cyclone.

The corpses did not stop. They had lost even the possibility of fear. They ignored all interference and just followed the instinctive actions engraved in their bodies.

Without words, Aiwen waved his fingers, and the air in the air vibrated silently.

The invisible air blade instantly crossed the death line of the zombies, leaving a few inconspicuous scratches on the pile of corpses behind them, and the juice overflowed like cutting tomatoes.

It couldn't even be called a battle, it was just a casual fight and it was over.

The walking stopped, the already rotten eyes of the corpses became even duller, and the little vitality they had left was extinguished like a candle flame.

Even the god of death cannot accept these polluted souls, as not even a trace of them remains.

It only took about a second, and none of the dozen invisible blades missed their targets. The vampire's limbs were scattered all over the ground, indistinguishable from the many humans they had killed.

It was effortless, as easy as breathing, and consistent with the level of verbal sparring.

Everything returns to the vortex of origin under the gaze of the Mystic Eyes of Death.

The ballroom was truly silent, with only the sound of Aiwen's footsteps as he turned and left echoing in the hollow air.

Tomorrow morning, this hellish scene will be known to everyone, but they will never understand the truth behind it and will only be able to continue living in anxiety.

Perhaps there are still many families waiting for their loved ones who will never come back, but in the end they can only get a cold notice.

This is what is called a dead apostle, the cancer of human nature, the dirty blood that is difficult to erase.

“…” Aiwen sighed softly.

Stopping at the door, he held the door frame with his right hand, said nothing, and just looked up at the distant moon.

The moon was the same as before, pale, desolate, and hanging coldly, like a hole in the world, casting a lonely light.

It was the same scene as when the teacher traveled, but now everything and everyone had changed, only the moon was as complete as before.

Aiwen felt that everything he saw was shattered, yet so clear, it was almost ironic.

It seemed to be saying that the only existence he could see clearly was death.

"But there is a difference between one death and another." Aiwen withdrew his gaze and activated his own magic power.

"Declaration Fire."

A tiny flame ignited at the fingertips and was then thrown into the felt carpet.

Black smoke billowed out, and then flames started.

The carpet laid for decoration became the best fire starter. In just a moment, the fire surrounded the entire building and everything was burning.

The flames from Aiwen's hands were so hot that they could burn even bones to ashes.

Aiwen stood in the distance and watched silently until screams were heard and faint sirens were heard. Then he turned and left, following the light path of the street lamp into the distance.

What happened after that had nothing to do with him. Now he had to find the location of the next dead apostle and had no time to waste.

But before they had gone far, Aiwen slowed down his pace and his eyes turned to the small building not far away.

There are astonishing magical fluctuations there.

"Ms. Kuonji?"

Although it was a question, there was no abnormality on Aiwen's face. He did not use any detection magic, but instead relied on the instant death magic to confirm the identity of the target.

After all, the number and location of the dead lines were exactly the same as what I saw the night before.

"It's me." A familiar and pleasant voice came.

The shadows between the two rooms seemed so deep at night, and a girl in black, even deeper than the shadows, was walking out of them.

The noisy blue robins fluttered around her, adding a touch of playfulness to the cold girl, as if pulling the out-of-this-world witch into the human world.

She turned her head to look at the burning building, her eyes expressionless.

"You don't want ordinary people to know about their deaths? Are you thinking about those people?"

After all, the sadness of having your family eaten is different from the sadness of having them burned to death.

A soft and slightly calm voice came, and Kuonji Yuzu blinked, as if she got to know him all over again.

"No, I follow my own ideas." Aiwen shook his head slightly, rejecting the witch's guess.

"I don't try to understand the experiences of those people, nor do I feel sympathy for their deaths."

"Rather than leaving traces of the Dead Apostles' rampage, I thought burning it would be more pleasant, so I did it."

"A person who doesn't understand others and is unwilling to invest his or her emotions in them cannot be considerate of others."

Youzhu nodded without refutation. She could feel that the person in front of her was speaking the truth.

She could also understand that the root of this idea was a self-preservation that actively distanced herself from others due to differences in her conceptual systems.

There's nothing wrong with prioritizing your own wishes over others, and in terms of maintaining your own identity, the other person is very similar to Aoko.

But compared to Qingzi, he is unusually optimistic, and his perspective as a living being is a little too broad.

"But it's a good thing we met here," Youzhu thought to herself. She still had a lot to learn about this mysterious guy.

For example, the origin of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception; the thin thread of magical power that constantly surrounds his body; and the purpose of his appearance in Misaki Town...

'Now is the opportunity.'

With this thought in mind, Youzhu took the initiative to speak: "From the looks of you, are you planning to get rid of all the remaining vampires?"

"Yes, that's what Kuonji is planning, right? As the administrator of a spiritual land, you also need to quell the unrest of the Dead Apostles. If you don't want me to intervene, I can give in."

"There's no need." The witch refused a little hastily.

Youzhu ignored the frantic cries of the robin beside her, her eyes full of curiosity fixed on the "unknown" in front of her.

"It's indeed my duty, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the church."

"So I'm going to assist you. In exchange, talk to me more."

Chapter 15: Late Night Stroll

It was late at night. If it were a big city, there might still be nightlife, but Misaki Town did not have such developed entertainment.

Therefore, there are only a few passers-by walking hurriedly on the streets now, probably rushing to their warm homes.

There were only two exceptions. They completely ignored the fear of the dark that has been passed down from generation to generation by mankind, and walked calmly on the edge of the unlit road.

Their jet-black and silver hair flowed in the air, quietly highlighting their beauty and grace, while also highlighting the depth of their demonic nature.

"Are you sure it's in this direction?" Youzhu asked doubtfully, less than a meter away from Aiwen. "My familiar hasn't found anything yet."

"Well, I have a special tracking method. It's not very accurate against vampires above level III, but it's very accurate against the dead and ghouls."

Aiwen didn't hide it and simply pointed to his now blue eyes.

"The closer a being is to its own end, the denser the death lines will be on it, and my Mystic Eyes of Death Perception can see these death lines."

"The dead and ghouls are practically dead. The threads of death on their bodies are so numerous that they resemble woven fabric, making them extremely conspicuous to me."

"Yeah." Youzhu responded with a confused look. She was trying hard to understand what was said.

"Dead line?"

"It's hard to understand without seeing it with your own eyes." Aiwen understood Youzhu's confusion: "The dead line can be understood as a manifestation of the death factor."

"Death from illness, death from bleeding, death from lifespan, death from mental exhaustion, loss of function due to destruction... Each cause of death will be engraved on the body in the shape of a line."

Aiwen picked up a withered yellow leaf from the ground, shook it in front of Youzhu, and then slowly, easily and smoothly drew a curved line with his fingertips.

The leaves were not deformed by the fingertips, nor did they crack under the force. Instead, they were instantly shattered into powder and fell from between the fingers.

Aiwen opened his hand to show Youzhu: "This is what happens when the line of death is cut. It's not death from being cut, but death transcends time."

"A terrifying ability! This is the Devil's Eye of the Age of Gods..." Youzhu sighed, "Is this a gift you were born with?"

But her words made Aiwen silent for a while, and Youzhu noticed this keenly: "You..."

"No, the Death Eyes came later."

But before she could ask, Aiwen answered the question normally, as if the hesitation just now had never happened.

"Death Instinct is called a demonic eye, but it's actually closer to a supernatural power. Only those who have experienced death can awaken it. There may be other conditions, but knowing what death is is definitely a prerequisite."

"That means you've died once?" Youzhu was a little unbelievable.

She is an extremely outstanding magician and a great witch, possessing the most top-notch inheritance in the entire magic world.

Because of this, she also understood best the difficulty of coming back to life from the dead. It was a true miracle, a fantasy that humans longed for but could not reach.

If the person in front of him could do it, Youzhu was sure that he would be hunted down by the Clock Tower and then sealed away.

"No, I have never been resurrected. I haven't experienced such a miracle." Aiwen shook his head, denying Youzhu's guess.

"Really?" Youzhu felt a little relieved, but still raised her voice a little to emphasize, "Don't tell other magicians about this. It's very dangerous and will arouse their evil intentions."

Youzhu paused and said, "I already know it, it doesn't count, but don't tell anyone except me."

"Just consider it a warning from the witch."

Since ancient times, there have always been stories about witches and sorcerers giving warnings/prophecies, many of which are groundless and actually contain good intentions.

This might be the witch's rare sincere advice. She didn't want this person, with whom she could talk to a few words, to become a test subject of some inferior person.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'll remember it." Aiwen smiled rarely. He had no way to resist simple kindness, but he was willing to respond.

But for someone of Aiwen's level of appearance, just a softening of temperament would create a world of difference from his usual cold appearance.

The curved corners of the eyes, the faint smile, and the silver hair swaying with the movements, even the moonlight cannot surpass this beauty.

Jiuonji Yuzu couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration with her feminine charm, but at the same time she couldn't help but be drawn to it.

"Come to think of it, she has beautiful silver hair." Youzhu thought to herself, "Could she really be a fairy's daughter? But fairy blood has deteriorated in modern times, and her offspring will only have distorted bodies."

"Jiuyuan Temple, you're distracted." Aiwen returned to his usual indifference, and his voice, like a clear spring in the cold winter, brought his companions back to their senses.

"what."

Youzhu uttered a short, meaningless sound, then turned her face away, pretending to be investigating seriously.

The robin flew more eagerly, chirping so loudly that Youzhu grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket.

After that, there was a long silence between the two of them, who simply patrolled the city.

Aiwen was as calm as ever, but Youzhu seemed to be angry with him and her pace quickened.

……

……

Time passes by, the moon moves across the dark sky, and the number of people I meet around me is decreasing.

The city is falling asleep, waiting for the hustle and bustle of tomorrow.

The two walked silently down the street, passing by flickering streetlights and the long telephone poles casting slender shadows.

He opened his mouth carefully, and the white mist dissipated with his breath, obscuring his vision and instantly dissipating. Under the faint moonlight, loneliness enveloped the two of them.

But Aiwen and Youzhu felt comfortable.

The quiet, peaceful town, the sound of scattered conversations in the distance, the winter wind, though cold, also refreshing. Taking natural and relaxed steps, it felt like wandering freely in my own world.

This is a sense of freedom unique to late at night. The empty yet not silent city seems to leap with your footsteps, becoming an exhibit in your hands.

The simple joy I have at this moment seems to resonate with civilization.

Jiuyuan Temple Yuzhu was immersed in this atmosphere and did not say a word. Aiwen was also a person who did things quietly. He was now wholeheartedly distinguishing the city full of deadlines.

Dozens of vampires have been captured, all of them are level I and level II minions. Aiwen eliminated them like cleaning up garbage.

After the death of the city lord's dead apostles, his servants will regain their freedom, and at this time these vampires will most likely go into hiding. Because they no longer need to rush to suck blood for tribute, vampires above level III will be difficult to capture.

But the lower-class vampires without brains will lose control and indulge in their desires, starting to act at will.